Awake, arise, lift up your voice
Awake, arise, lift up your voice,
let Easter music swell;
rejoice in Christ, again rejoice
and on his praises dwell.
Oh, with what gladness and surprise
the saints their Savior greet;
nor will they trust their ears and eyes
but by his hands and feet,
those hands of liberal love indeed
in infinite degree,
those feet still free to move and bleed
for millions and and for me.
His enemies had sealed the stone
as Pilate gave them leave,
lest dead and friendless and alone
he should their skill deceive.
O Dead arise! O Friendless stand
by seraphim adored!
O Solitude again command
your host from heaven restored!
Words: Christopher Smart (1722-1771);
as altered in
The Hymnal 1982
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Music: Richmond (Haweis)
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